Flights and Chimes and Mysterious Times
CHAPTER ONE The Sorcerer Ever Watchful
WHEN LORCAN WALKED, He did so deliberately, slowly, as if to gauge just how deeply his fine shoes sank into the mud.
Mostly, he preferred to sit. Sitting was for those in command, walking for the commanded. It wasn’t often that he walked, but when told to, he went.
For there was only one who could give such orders, and to...